Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2023 13:25:07 -0800 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: Middle Eastern Sex (Gay/Adult Friends, oral, anal, M/MMM) Adult Friends, oral, anal, M/MMM This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2023 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Middle Eastern Sex By Wolf I worked for a big US bank which had a presence in Israel, Egypt, and Jordan, and was looking to expand into the West Bank (or Palestine if you prefer, and I do) and Lebanon. I consider myself to be a relatively handsome six-foot two-inch tall midwestern blond, and I spoke French, English, of course, and tourist level Spanish, Italian, and Arabic, but I could not read Arabic, let alone write it. But then, probably 80% of the population of the latter three countries are illiterate. But then, 70% of the prison population of Louisiana, today, is illiterate. I have no problem picking up men that enjoy man to man sex. I was assigned to visit Jerusalem first. I used my laptop in my hotel room to meet a guy on gay.com which used to be the prime gay meet up site. I met a guy for lunch at a small hotel in West Jerusalem, known for its international clientele, courtyard in the middle. They served good food, reasonable prices, staff spoke English, Hebrew, Arabic, French, and some other languages. The dress code was a coat and tie at supper time. He was blond, six-foot three-inches or so, blue eyes, worked at the US Consulate in Jerusalem, great body, maybe 35-years-old, and a bottom boy, hung, but a bottom boy. He went back to work, I met him at 6: pm, and we ate near my hotel, he could not take me to his place for sex, since he was sure it was bugged by both the US, the Israelis, and maybe the Russians. We went to my hotel and we undressed each other. As we kissed, I backed him up until he had to sit on the bed. I pushed him to the middle of the bed and joined him, I took hold of his ankles and placed his feet on my shoulders and guided my cock to his Rosie puckered asshole and slowly inserted my cock in his ass. I reached around his thigh and masturbated him until he squirted cum all over his own belly. I shortly came in his ass after that. We had a couple of drinks while we recovered. I rolled him over and pulled him to his knees and fucked him doggie style hard and fast while clinging to his shoulders. We versed for a while before I laid crosswise to him and draped his legs over my hips as I inserted my cock in his ass and fucked him by rocking my body back and forth. That was a great evening. Shortly after that I went to Ramala, and never saw the guy again. Ramala, on the West Bank, I used gay.com again to meet a guy, we met for a drink in Jerusalem, but he lived in Ramala, I had a rental car, with AVIS painted on both sides in big letters, so both Palestinians and Israelis would know it was a tourist. I had an Arafat red and white checkered scarf to put on the dash when on the West Bank, to be hidden under the seat when in Israel. Palestine had, and still has, a dysfunctional government, and Lebanon was at war with itself, and, to some extent, still is. Syria, Iraq, Iran were all deemed "impossible" thirty years ago, and maybe, if I was still with the bank, it would be setting up in Iraq, which, at the moment, is stable enough. I Followed his instructions, and we had dinner at what had to be the most upscale place in Ramala, that didn't say much, but likely not to get the runs. (But do not eat the salad.) We went to his apartment that was pretty bare. We did it all, he was very versatile. He had an impressive cock and scrotum that was dark brown and a thick scar as a result of his Circumcision. We sucked each other cocks before we took turns fucking each other in in the missionary position. We even rimmed each other's asshole. He was engaged to a woman, 'an arranged marriage.' He had been to the US for one year of college, so his English was passable. We met off and on for several years after that, when he was in the US and I was assigned back in the Middle East. We became good friends, our wives even met once when by chance we were all in the same country at the same time. Another time I was sent to Aman, in Jordan, I took a tour bus to Petra. (Petr is the ancient abandoned city that was carved into the walls of a canyon when it was an important city on the silk road.) There were seven of us on the bus, plus the tour guide. He was just out of college and very well versed in Middle East history and very good at explaining things in English. The driver was really hot, and understood English but rarely said anything. The driver and I were staying at the same hotel, I bought him a drink, sort of under the table, the waiter sold me a bottle of Jim Beam, and I took him up to my room and we did it all. He was mostly a top, lean, dark, and a great fuck. We got down and dirty right away. We were like those old black and white magnetic Scottie dogs. We rolled around on the bed sucking cocks at the same time almost as if we were fighting over who was going to be on top. Fucking him was the same thing. By the time we were fucked out the hotel room smelled of sweat and male sex. The tour was three nights, so we did it again the next two nights. Another guy on the tour was single, like me, and gay, and tried to get me into his bed, but he was older, flabby, and did not turn me on at all. I preferred my "tradie" type van driver. He was married, three kids, but liked guys too. When I got to Cairo, Egypt I learned quickly that homosexuality could lead to a death sentence. There was a guy who had been executed a year before, but the word was that it was more political than sexual. I met a guy in one of the big, international, hotels, at the bar. A Brit, on a temporary one-year assignment. He had a very nice apartment, and was my age, a decent shape, red-head and pubes, which really turned me on. He had a six-inch cock, nice uncut cock, and was mostly a bottom. We fucked several times. We enjoyed the airconditioned hotel room while I fucked like a Bitch. It was refreshing to fuck a redhead with freckles for a change. I was there for a week, I learned that it was okey to fuck another foreigner in private, just do not do anything in public. The last stop was Beirut, Lebanon, I spent a month there on assignment, it was a bit more liberal than Egypt, at least back then, 30 years ago, an 18-year-old helped me find my hotel. He offered to show me around the city, for a fee, I took him up on it, he was lean, about five-feet six- inches, but a big dark cock, small balls, and turned out to want to be fucked by an American with a big dick, that might sponsor him to immigrate to the US. I spent almost every night fucking that smoky black asshole and sucking that dark cock. I couldn't get enough of my white cock as well. He gave me back the small tip I had given him for showing me the city, he was not a prostitute, he came eight times in one evening, to my three, the last four of his were dry, but you could tell he felt it, and it felt good. That was some of my business trips to the middle east. 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